We went to the State Fair this past week. I love the fair. I love the animals, especially the draft horses, although, I got to know the goats and they’re pretty darned adorable.
My life is a pretty open book and I share a lot of it (even those bits I’m not too proud of) if it will help another peep with their journey.
But I do have a line that doesn’t get crossed.
I think we all do, don’t you? There are things that are just too personal, that we refuse to share with anybody else.
Mine is my relationship with my Creator.
I may be able to show you by my actions, but I will never tell you.
Way too personal.
And I think that’s fine. I think people should have “off-limits” sections of their lives if they so desire…just so those sections are nourishing them and not eating them alive.
So we’ve got this required assignment in our certification program that I’m having a hard time with. It’s called “Source Poem.” We are asked to write a psalm, a prayer, to Spirit/God/The Universe/Source/etc. (take your pick) and post it to the group on our group’s private website.
I understand the assignment. We’re being trained to be facilitators–teachers, who support our students/clients/beloveds with their breakthroughs into healing. It takes a tremendous amount of energy to hold space for that to happen. If you’re not being sourced, it can be very draining (physically and emotionally.) Shiloh wants to make sure something is supporting us.
I’ve written my psalm. That part was easy.
But…I have a strong feeling I’m going to be forgetting to turn it in.
How’d that happen?
Our final assignment is to gather all the assignments together and create an ebook. Only Shiloh will see those. I’m sure the Source Poem will be in there. I’m not that much of a rebel.
Have a great week, peeps! I leave you with a lovely autumn sunset.